Trapped in Love Sikumbang Night

Part_26 Mysterious Letter

That night, as usual Arkan visited again to the Club. She met Sheila that day. There may be new news about Dara or instead Sheila came to try her might.

"Hi, Arjuna!" sheila who was sitting at one of the alcoholic beverage vending tables waved her hand.

"Hey, Sheil. Howareyou? you alone?" Arkan wishes Sheila had come with the woman he had always missed. But that longing is not entirely obvious.

"No, I came for myself. Do you mind?" reply Sheila throbbed gently.

Arkan chuckled for sure, Sheila stabbed him very deeply.

"Can you, do you want something?" replace the Arkan that hit.

"Is, you're this. Really yes," Sheila said interspersed with a wry smile.

Wine is characteristic, Sheila poured one small glass for Arkan.

"Cheer..."

Both of them smashed the glass and up his vertical to the toilet.

Sheila was amazed to look at Arkan's face. The face of a man who is very tasty is made fret medication.

Arkan who incidentally had a cheap smile returned that smile.

"Sheil, I'll give you free, but can you help me?"

Sheila clucked slowly.

"What's that?"

"Please give me Dara's number?"

Sheila chuckles a little. Her guess is no longer wrong if Arkan really misses Dara.

"For what, Arkan? free, tomorrow the wedding party will be on the title," Sheila said. Sheila is not the kind of person who covers things up. Sheila is very open if someone begs her.

Arkan breathed a rough breath.

"Okay, you want something from me?" Arkan switched the conversation because he did not want to dissolve in fret.

"Just keep me company for a while, I don't lam, take this." Sheila gives a letter to Arkan's hand. The letter Sheila gave because the person she left behind was her best friend.

Sheila is actually Raymond's mistress, Sheila does not want the marriage of Dara and her lover because she loves Raymond so much. Therefore Sheila will help Arkan unite with Dara no matter how.

"Meet him at the place that's in the letter, Kan. Then you'll be happy afterwards."

Arkan looked at the paper. The curiosity of the contents of the letter made him impatient to read it.

Just starting to open up, Arkan in the gaet a woman from behind.

"Come, Mas. We're maen!"

Arkan could not resist He put the paper in his pocket.

His union with the woman was strange, It was easy to feel tired even cold and sticky sweat made him anxious.

"Mas, how come you stopped anyway? this is good again?" the woman's protest was not satisfied.

"Yes, Sorry. My body is not well," Arkan replied softly as he sighed.

"Yes, I'm going to continue!"

Arkan pumped back his hips with all his might but he coughed.

Uhuk.. Uhuk...

Arkan stopped his movements and retracted his.

"Oh my goodness, my. Tumben really, your service is less joss tonight. I'm tired of waiting."

The woman was wearing her clothes while grumbling.

Just this foot Arkan disappointed his customers. The woman left only two million for her pay on the table.

"It's your pay, we play again when you're cured," said the cynical woman. The woman slammed the door in annoyance.

Arkan did not answer, it was not something good for his work.

Uhuk.. Uhuk...

"What is this, why lately my health has often declined. My legs really feel limp?" muttered Arkan alone. Confused by his body condition.

Arkan finally put on his shirt and remembered the letter Sheila had given him.

Arkan could not wait to read the letter.

Only a short sentence that He read left a million puzzles that He had to find the answer to.

Wait for me on the edge of the train tracks south at eight in the morning...